Cicada enamorada

From roses to peonies, from peonies to lovers im swinging on the bench during the deepest Halloween night like a crazy cicada enamorada wrapped around the body of my beloved like the tangle of a vineyard. I don’t want to go home tonight, the enchantment of this darkness bewitched me completely. the fall season has always put me in rest mode, with the radio on and days made of endless dreams, nostalgia for unforgettable discords, eras never experienced and sensations that scratch the quiet of my thoughts and my delicate skin. Tremors, him and the fire. Drinks, my jeans, unfolded secrets, his cigarette and the end of the fears.